There's a skeleton sitting in Vampire Wilson's camp, poking the nearest contraption with an expression of bland curiosity. His sockets are lit with shifting colourful shapes, and ominous black tear trails appear to drip from them. He has an enormous eraser strapped to his back, and a bandolier of smaller ones. For some reason, he seems to have a huge magical presence. (You know who this is)
@askeraser
When the creature arrived Vampire Wilson felt their presence immediately. It, it was a deity level magic imprint. He curled up in his tent as the light began to fade. Vampires were wired to detect gods, it was a survival trait. His food was outside, but so was this god. Did he dare leave to eat? Would he burn up in this god’s presence?
It was already dark by the time Wilson took the risk. A few collonies of fire flies orbited his camp and kept things a little lit for his visitor. It was a relief to find that he didn’t instantly burn up.
Maybe if he didn’t bother them they wouldn’t hurt him?
